Back Poem by Kylee Bartz

If I could do one thing, I'd go back.

Back to friendship. Back to life.
Back to my world, but without the strife.

Back to magic. Back to love.
Back to when heaven wasn't so far above.

Back to uncontrolled. Back to fights.
Back to many late, late nights.

Back to Nixie, when I'd rebel.
Back before my life was hell.

Back to no school. Back to Matt.
To the painful bliss accompanying that.

Back to crazy. To Brylin.
Back to where I met Jordan.

Back to falling. Back to obsession.
I'd go back when there was less opression.

Back to someone happy and smart.
Back when you let me give you my heart.

Back to standing. Back to me.
Back to the person I wish I could be.

Back to flowers. Back to rain.
Back when the world held much less pain.

Back to freedom. Back to fun.
Back to being a real someone.

Back to laughter. Back to tears.
Back to any of those better years.

Back to walking. Back to hot.
Back to when we actually talked a lot.

I'd go back to texting. Back to that pic.
Back to Nathan, Andrew, and Nick.

Back to break. Back to snow.
Back where I didn't need to know.

Back to gravestones. Back to then.
Back to... Jordan knows where and when.

Back to young. To being free.
Back when it was you and me.

Back to kidnapped. Back to that car.
Back to to when he wasn't so far.

Back to safety. Back to 304.
Back to alone, behind that door.

Back to her. Back to him.
Back to living on a whim.

Back to the night of our first kiss.
Back before any of this.