Torn (a poem)

Tell me it isn't that obvious

I wish I was still confused

But, unfortunately, I'm not

Your gift doesn't work anymore

You're just a mortal like me

But you're worse

I now know we aren't perfect

I know we're not even sides of a coin

I really thought I was foolish

Now I know you were just describing

I don't need to see you anymore

I don't need to rewrite our score

I'll always think of you evermore

But, now, my heart won't have to be torn