Poetry / Cross My Heart, Hope To Die

Pinkies braided together,

Our oath is binding

For as long as it takes you to unravel

The joints of your finger from mine

And lose your mind

Somewhere along the bottom of your glass.

Know that just because I disagree with you,

It doesn’t mean I’m not your friend

You can build walls up to the sky,

But I will find some way to fly above them

And I’ll refuse to come down to earth

Until you meet me upon the parapets of your fort wall.