too loud.

when the music started i remembered my mom saying how loud concerts made you feel like it controls your heart. the beat the beat the beat beat beat in your heart. loud, shake, rattle, rattle. he looked like you. i saw him and quickly turned my eyes away, i thought he looked too much like you at one point that i thought i was looking at you. i turned away, looked back, looked back a lot of times and too many times and stared at him when the girls in front of me bobbed back and forth and up and down, jumping jumping, rattle, rattle, they blocked everything but i tip-toed up and saw you. him. him. i saw him and his face and the way his eyes glared with that look of angry fury. you? and you were what i thought about when i looked at him. and i looked at him for the rest of the night, as the music muted my heart and substituted its rhythm and life.