Eryona Writes! Copyright Law (c) 2024 - Present

  The Start Of You And Me Your scent’s intoxicating. Your eyes, they mesmerize. You walk into a room, And turn the heads of all the guys. Yet I keep on disbelieving. And I  don’t  like feeling daunted. Does this woman really like me? She could have  anyone  she wanted? I see the way they notice you. The whispers as you pass. The way your body moves, With tender grace and gentle class. Now you’re walking over, You lay your hand upon my sleeve. The way you’re looking at me, Makes it hard for me to breathe. You wrap your arms around my body, Like it’s the only place to be. And suddenly I’m realizing, You don’t want anyone… but  me . We slip outside together, Your fingers finding mine. The night feels soft and endless, Like it’s bending space and time. Your thumb traces soft circles, On the back of my bare hand. Every touch is slow and certain, Like you know… and understand. You lean in close and whisper, My name upon your breath. That simple sound between us, ...

Echo Of Almost I thought you were my one, true love. Instead you’re my eternal ache. I thought you’d always cherish me, But you caused my heart to break. I thought you were my forever, Not my echo of almost. Now I cry myself to sleep each night, In the house that holds your ghost. I still hear you in the silence. In the spaces you once filled. Every room seems to remember us, As though here, our time had stilled. I don’t know when the shift began, Or what words you couldn’t say. And though you slowly vanished, This pain won’t fade away. I replay every promise, Like they’re written in the air. Trying to understand, How our love could disappear. You’re gone, but not completely. That’s the cruelest part of all. You left your imprint everywhere, In the rooms and on each wall. And though Death didn’t take you, You are nowhere I can find. So I’ll grieve you in the memories, That still occupy my mind. Maybe one day these echoes, Won’t hurt the way they do. But tonight I sit with sorrow… Still...

The Exit Wound I’m falling to pieces I’m standing here broken Where I want to fix us You think that I’m joking I beg you to see me To meet me halfway But instead you walk past Like there’s nothing to say You voice that I’m needy While rolling your eyes You don’t see the truth Just your version of lies I try to reach out But you turn and deflect And I’m left with this silence That feels like neglect I’m tired of aching I’m done feeling small Of loving someone Who gives nothing at all I begged you to fight But instead you let go Now I finally see What I needed to know This isn’t love It’s a cycle of pain And staying with you Would drive me insane So I’ll pack up my pieces And carry them home I may walk away broken But won’t mindlessly roam Because healing begins When the hurting can end So that love that I gave you I now choose to rescind Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 8.21.2025

Still You Rise When shadows fall and doubts arise, And dreams seem lost beneath the skies. There burns a flame, though small and shy. A spark of strength that will not die. Through weary roads and heavy rain, We walk with hearts that bear the strain. But every step, though slow or steep, Is proof of courage buried deep. The night may whisper tales of fear, Yet morning’s promise draws us near. With every dawn, a brand-new chance. A song of hope, a life to dance. So lift your chin, let silence sing, The world still turns, and hearts still spring. You are the light the dark can’t steal. A soul that rises, dares to heal. The cracks you’ve earned from battles fought, Are lines where light pours through each thought. You’ve weathered storms, you’ve felt the flame. Yet still you rise, still speak your name. The mountain bowed but did not break. The spirit strong for others’ sake. And now it’s time… you’re not alone. This path you walk’s not paved in stone. Not every hero wears a crown. Some s...

  The Writing On Your Face You think you wear a mask but your face still tells a story. It shows all of your pain, all your loss, and all your glory. The lines along your forehead. The circles beneath your eyes. They express a depth of sadness, that shows your heart still cries. Around your mouth there are few laugh lines, and you often wear a frown. Your eyes confess the weight of how this life has worn you down. Each mark is earned through battles, no one else could ever see. Silent wars you’ve had to carry, with quiet bravery. Life isn’t always easy. So many lessons to be learned. But you’ve found the will to get back up, each time that you’ve been burned. You know how to keep smiling. How to soften every blow. How to hide the cost of living life, behind a lovely glow. But those who really look at you can see the truth shine through. Not weakness in your features, but a strength that carries you. For every line is proof you stayed, while others chose to flee. And every tired sha...

  It’s In The Way You Make Me Laugh I love the way you love me, And how you always make me laugh. Laughter’s a strong emotion, One I crave as an empath. You read me without asking, Sense the shifts I never say. You know when I am fading, And you push my gloom away. When the world feels far too heavy, And my heart feels paper-thin. You don’t try to fix the chaos, You just pull me safely in. Your humor breaks the tension, Like sunlight through a crack. You remind me who I am, When I start to get off track. You make space for all my feelings, Never asking me to shrink. You let me feel things deeply, Without pushing me to think. And in that shared laughter, In the joy you help me find. I feel seen, I feel protected, I feel loved, and not confined. Because loving me means patience, And you wear it like a gift. You don’t dull my sensitivity, You help it to uplift. So if you ever wonder why, Your laughter means so much to me. It’s because you love me gently… And that’s where I am most fre...