Hold Together Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

He is the type to hold the gun,
But I pull the trigger.

There are moments of fun,
But there are moments I wish I wasn't closer.

Our relationship is the first real one I have had.
Never have I ever been so involved.
For that I am glad.

I don't fully know what being together means.
Sometimes I feel as if my expectations are meant to stay in dreams.

Is it wrong to hold the loaded gun first?
Is it okay if I pull the trigger out of thirst?

I don't want to be the one asking for forgiveness,
I don't want to suffocate in this furnace.
The heat of this love is beyond what I intended to chase.

Can you please just hold my hand?
I am about to fall from this stand.