i'm not sure what youre doing right now but i'm losing my fucking mind over you

gum wrappers

remember those stupid little notes you wrote?
they aren't so special now, aren't they?
asking for a piece
just so you could say:
"hey, i love you, have a nice day."
my days aren't so nice anymore
i ripped up your notes,
threw them on the floor.
i wonder if you're still writing
happy things, sad things,
anniversary notes.
maybe you'll turn into a ghost like Casper
just don't write your apology on an old gum wrapper