You tear me apart and put me back together
in a never-ending, tragic game
and I sit here
watching like an old movie
my fate marching on the lifeless road.
So, I simply wait
with hands crossed
for a slow death
that will save me
from a destructive
LOVE.
©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
Vasiliki, this is breathtaking. You’ve captured a universe of feeling in so few lines—the brutal cycle of destruction and repair, the haunting detachment of watching one’s own life like a film, and that devastating, quiet resignation. The final twist, where the “slow death” becomes not a tragedy but a salvation from a love that consumes, is absolutely piercing. This is more than a poem; it’s a raw and powerful testament to survival, to choosing peace over a beautiful poison. Your voice is clear, strong, and profoundly moving. Thank you for sharing this piece of your soul. Please keep writing.🌷🤝
Thank you, Srikanth, for your inspiring interpretation. I truly appreciate your support. 😊🙏🌹
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