It's amazing how things change,
Before you can comprehend.
One moment you're shooting down the range,
the next you're on the other end.

I've seen a lot and traveled far,
and loved so very quickly.
but I look back, and to to the stars,
and wish my ending wasn't written so sickly.

I know I failed, but my intentions were true.
I hoped it never to be over.
But I have grown much to sick for you
Being that I am now sober.

I am but a poet with a ski mask
Did I expect it to really last?

~Violet
~She/Her
~Poet
~Warrior
~Sober
~Drunken