nerve

.
you ask me how and why
if not with your words, your eyes
i cannot answer your stare, your lies
for me it is either do or die
.
you ask for my hand, but the mire
you are in is of your own device
and i  . . . i cannot fly if i
stop to answer your hows and whys

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