Intercept

I wish that I could see you
When I step off of this train
I wish that I could take you
When I take apart my brain
Because I think that you see me
and I think that you know
I think that we're not talking
In your broken afterglow
I don't need your understanding
Just intercept my noise
And send it back to me in prose
To dance the devil of my voice
Because I think cracks have character
And I think scars are fitting
Fat bottom girls make the world go round
And I think they are pretty.
This world is my harmony
Challenged, 
by the implications of words
My fury reverberates 
and I burn
In the moments before 
being heard.