The Ex

So she must have heard him coming,
Racing up and down the stairs,
With ever last breathless moment,
But it isn't her who cares,
She kept her gaze on the wall,
That separated him from her,
She clenched her fist and pillow,
This really wasn't fair,
He knocked on once, a first time,
She didn't even flinch or move,
She just kept her focus,
As he peered through a groove,
He knocked on harder and many more times,
She didn't know why he didn't stop,
He never gave in and wouldn't give up,
She heard a shot and glanced at her top,
No bleeding or seeping through,
She held her breath and counted to ten,
Opened the door and saw him there,
Her poor ex boyfriend Jay Ruben,
She looked down at her shaking hands,
And realized it was her,
She'd shot him through the wooden door,
Now she really does care.