Jorie Moore

additcted to poetry, pups, and people (from a safe distance)

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Jorie Moore

You Were Safe, But I Still Had To Leave

Leaving was right. Mostly for me, but also for you. I tell myself this every day. I’m learning that right will not always feel clean. It will be messy. It will hurt and the hurt will make it confusing but not any less right.

I Want You, Even When You Crave Her

I don’t want to be the poison you pour into your veins to forget her, I want to be the one sitting next to you that can show you the scars mine left. We are the same kind of pain.