Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire

Because he is a toothbrush... and I am a bicycle tire.

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A Love Letter from the Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire by Sarah Kay.

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life
That you would drag me through the mud
They said that you would tread all over me
That they could see right through you
That you were full of hot air
That I would always be chasing
Always watching you disappear after sleeker models
That it would be a vicious cycle
But I know better
I know about your rough edges
And I have seen your perfect curves
I will fit into whatever spaces you let me
If loving you means getting dirty
Bring on the grime
I will leave this porcelain home behind
I'm used to twice a day relationships
But with you, I'll take all the time
And I know that we live in different worlds
And we're always really busy
But in my dreams
You spin around me so fast
I always wake up dizzy
So, maybe one day
You'll grow tired of the road
And roll on back to me
And when I blink my eyes into morning
Your smile will be the only one I see.