Arbor Day

Been too long hiding suspicions
Concerning what goes on behind shuttered window panes
I can smell him on your neck
And see him in your smile
I'm beat down by deceit
The glove box isn't the cleverest place to hide "Tomorrow Night?"
On scraps of paper

I took an axe to the old oak
Where we carved our names 
Summers ago in childish love
Splintering the scarred heart
Into a million useless chips
That will never be worth cashing in

Each strike is for a promise that you shattered
Every blow for what you were doing to him
I should've paid more attention
To the stains on your birthday cardigan
I swing until it slips from my calloused hands in exhaustion