Emery Pine
Bio
I’m a poet with sprinklings of fiction. I write with the soul, so I hope you find it interesting and relatable
Stories (73/0)
Letter 07/15/20
07/15/20 Dear Unnamed, There is a difference between promising forever and giving forever. If I promise you my forever, I allow myself to be trapped. If things get broken, it won’t matter— I promised forever, so now I am stuck. And I refuse to be trapped. But I will gladly give you my forever, for then it is my choice to stay. If things get broken, I can take care of myself. I will stay as long as it is healthy, But, if I mromise, I’m bound to stay even when it’s not. I will never promise you forever because I want the choice to stay, to love you. If I promise, all freedom and genuineness is taken away. Let me give that to you, let me choose, let it be genuine. I will love you forever, if you want me to, but it will be both our choices to stay. I will never promise my forever, and I will never ask you to promise yours. But my forever is yours as long as you want it because you are worth being loved forever. I’m not saying I will love you forever as a promise. I’m saying it because it’s true that I’ll give it to you that long, if that is what we both want. Maybe giving and promising apppear the same, and it is true they are cousins, but they share different last names— they are Intention and Meaning. So I will give you as long as you wish because I want to not because I have to.
By Emery Pine2 years ago in Poets
Letter 08/24/21
08/24/21 Dear Unnamed, Do you ever think about me? Do you ever think of the way I loved you? Do you remember when you told me to listen to the song “Invisible” by Hunter Hayes and told me that I am not invisible to you— that you saw me? Or the time I hopped down from a ledge and you told me you wanted to help me down by holding my hips and swinging me down to safety like in movies? I realize now that you loved me, maybe even as much as I loved you. I don’t know why I never saw it before now. I’m sorry.
By Emery Pine2 years ago in Poets
Letter 08/04/20
08/04/20 Dear Unnamed, Did you know storybook love exists? I had not known it was anything more than a daydream we create for ourselves because it is an impossibility. I thought it could not exist as a thing of reality because, not only had I never experienced such a profound love, but I have never heard a word breathed by a soul I have encountered to suggest such a possibility.
By Emery Pine2 years ago in Poets
Letter 07/05/21
07/05/21 Dear Unnamed, I wanted to take a minute to tell you how important you are to me and how much I love you. I feel like you’re not told either quite often enough. You are maybe the brightest light of my life. A lot of times, I feel that I don’t deserve you— that nobody does. You’re just so loving, kind, understanding, and funny. You’re too good for this world. Maybe I’m a little bias, though, but I think you’re the bomb.com.
By Emery Pine2 years ago in Poets
