Slower.

I don't know how to make my heart beat slower.

It's as if it's always trying to catch up with my mind.

My heart is a race a car.

A falling raindrop.

A hawk at sunrise.

Fast and gone.

It doesn't know how to love softly. It is fierce. A lightning bolt.  A car crash.

It only knows how to love you with everything it is.

It screams your name likes it is the principal and you've skipped class again, like you are late for dinner and I am finally calling you home.

Finally calling you home. 

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