Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

From The Flame I loved you more than words could show, But love can’t bloom where cold winds blow. You left, and still I learned to stand, With trembling heart and open hand. At first, I begged the stars to mend. The silence carved where once was friend. But prayers can’t hold what won’t hold back, And hope can break when hearts go slack. You chose the door, and rang the bell. A quiet exit. No farewell. Yet here I am. Not wrecked. Not small. I cried. I broke… But did not fall. Your absence taught me how to bend. Without the need for you to tend. And in the echo of your name, I built a fire from the flame. I stitched my soul with threads of grace. No longer longing for your face. You left a wound, but I’m the cure. A love like mine will always endure. So when the past comes back to call, I’ll meet it strong. I will not crawl. I loved, I lost... But now I  see. The one I needed… was always me. Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 7.3.2025

Canva AI Image The Words We Didn’t Say It’s the words we didn’t say. That killed us in the end. For when you walked away. I lost my best friend. Our relationship lost meaning. The little things we used to do. The good times and the bad times. Everything that we went through. No longer seemed to matter. When you walked out that door. It’s like we just gave up. It wasn’t worth fighting for. And I’m supposed to be able. To start over one more time. Yet I’m not even able to write. My words no longer rhyme. Yes, it’s what we didn’t say. That I feel with such regret. That brought us to our end. A love I can’t. I won’t forget. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025  

Canva AI Image An Act Of Treason   You’re not going to change my mind I won’t understand the reason For the way that you just spoke to me Was it’s own kind of treason I guess I should be saying thanks You showed me the real you I no longer think that you’re the guy That I once thought I knew You tried so hard to tear me down But it had the opposite effect The one and only thing I learned Is that you’re a man I don’t respect To hold my heart is a privilege One you don’t deserve The only thing you’ll get from me Is on my last damn nerve There’s nothing you can do or say To change my point of view I’m pretty sure you’ve figured out That the two of us are through You thought my love was a given  But it has to be earned So watch me as I drive away On the bridge that you just burned Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.23.2025