Peeling Red Letters

I enjoyed peeling your name,
off of my white wall.
I gave you all I had,
you brought little if at all.

Your red letters lay in scraps,
on my otherwise clean gray floor.
Next I get to scoop you up,
and throw you out the back door.

I know you didn’t mean it,
I really just don’t care.
I looks as if you just found out,
you get what you give and that’s fair.