Being half
I don't feel you're my other half
I feel we're a flick knife
Alternating who is the blade
There's no sense to removing the hinge
A flick knife is useless as separate parts
But I can't be melted down
Agree to be reformed, with you
Melt us down, create two
We'll both sit with our own pain
Yet have the ability to create
I'll whittle wood into almost things
Sharpen pencils
Carve my name somewhere
Eat an apple straight from the blade
As I separate from the metal
Become an almost person
Because almost will be good enough
Once I'm no longer getting damaged
Copyright © Last Script | Year Posted 2024
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