To Regress
And I see you unravel in the palms of my hands,
and helplessly I watch
as you descend into atrophy.
Worn at the seams, tired, falling apart,
you contemplate your amusement, your pride.
And I am no better.
I prefer you like that.
A/N: My thoughts on Alana Bloom's relationship with Will Graham.
Words: 43
Date: 27. Sept. 2013
Updated: 16. Dec. 2017
