Bullet

Bullet,
the full metal jacket,
it feels good rolling in my hand,
I grab the knife and begin.

The shards of lead fall on the floor,
as i wait for you to come through the door,
your name is all i see,
then i hear your keys.

I listen to you as you walk to the door,
your feet sound heavy on the porch,
as you kick the rug reaching for the knob,
I wait, because patience is a virtue.   

You open the door,
then you hit the floor,
little did you know,
I sat at home and on my own,

I carved your name in the side of that bullet.