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