deadpool rant
I want to hold him close, hold him for so long we fall asleep. run my hands along his scars and promising how much i love him with each kiss. i kiss as many scars as i can see, hoping to soothe his constant pain. i cup his face and look deep into his pale blue eyes, so pale they almost blend with the whites of his eyes. i would say i want to get lost in them, but i truly want to get lost memorizing every scar and healed wound covering his beautiful body. i want to know where every mark is and know when anything changes, even by the slightest.
i don't care what he looked like before. it doesn't matter to me. because that's not the him i know. i don't know him for his blonde-ish brown-ish hair or his dull blue eyes. i know him from his chaos and jokes he uses to change attention from anything that gets to deep, and even then the quips continue. i know him for his scared body hidden underneath that red and black suit he wears constantly like it was a second skin