Your reading list? Long
Your watch-list? Longer
What is it about me?
That a new book or show makes you rigour
I thought I am your favourite
With every scene and page, I thought you were savouring it
I used to look at you
And cherish how you sought comfort in me
I used to look at you
And wonder if any other mortal could love me like you
Little did I know
You were rowing a broken canoe
I read you as you read me for the hundredth time
I watched you as you watched me, well aware of the ending each time
You seek comfort in me
Because you know how the chapters would end
You seek comfort in me
Because you know how fragile you are to dents
You are tender, you are scared
You are broken; you are ensnared
But that should not halt you from picking up a new book
Neither should it cage you in one cranny and nook
Always know, you are much stronger than you look
Call me your escape of comfort
Or consider me your save from exploring new endings
You cannot forever shield yourself from the events impending
This is your comfort book, signing off
I will be right here whenever you need me
But for now, embark on a new journey and set off
Written by Aarushi Verma for MTTN
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