i'm a libra.
i can't make a decision to save my life.
you know this,
yet you constantly insist on making me the definitive.
when my indecision begins to turn fatal,
you throw your punches,
and i snap in half and in half again.
the aftermath is silence
until you offer me another chance.
but i know better.
you wouldn't let me go hungry.
you just remember today tomorrow,
when you're lunchbox is empty.
