TRUST ME

'Untitled'

So this is where I compare you to my bike.
Hold up. Hold up.
I know how that must sound.
So please give me a minute to explain...

OK. OK.

This isn't where I say its old, boring and worthless.
Its just quite the opposite.

So let me start off with.
You gave me that bike.
If you cannot put the similarities together.
I will for you..

You gave me love-
And you were the first one.
Like my Specilaized Langster was my first road bike.
Well--hell. I've had plenty of bikes.
But nothing as beautiful and smooth as my Langster.

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On with comparing.

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The stickers I added to the bike, was the stories we had created together.
The worn out shredded tires was the journey, struggles and adventures we did together.
The baby blue crank was the odd thing in our relationship, that no one quite understood...

I don't blame them.
Baby blue on dark green?

Well...

Damn...

The Green must have been the relationship I've never held before.
If you don't understand that then let me hint.
I was afraid people might cringe and say;
"Ooohh.... Green?"
But then I learned Chico was quite accepting.
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The yellow chain was the hope we had.
That somehow still remained colorful.
The small pedals was the little trust we had for each other.
Quite pethatic I would say.
Especially being pushed on feet that deserves bigger, feet that could go very far.
But I learned the little pedals would take me far.

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So pay attention now.
This is where it gets hard.

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I don't blame you dear, leaving after all these years.
Just as I don't blame the theif who stole my bike.
I can't be told to forget.
The bike brought me far, and very happy.
It kept my head held up, when you weren't around to lend a helping hand.
It brought my farther then I could ever explain.

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The words are on the tip of my tongue but I cannot bring myself to type them or say them.

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So I guess this is where I leave you.
With a puzzle that's unfolding.