Unofficial
A/N: I wrote this little formless poem on April 25th. I know this, because I got bored prepping for my IB English exams (I always date my notes), and just scribbled this down, instead. So yeah, it's old. It goes from day one to the point at which we had a three week break between "The Dead Pool", and "To Love and Die in L.A.". The end of the first had me in a really romantic state of mind. Lots of this was also influenced by the two-parter, and Josh's role. Don't get me started. Enjoy! R&R? ;)
Disclaimer: I own not Castle. I own not ABC. I own nothing.
The first person she calls,
The first person he hears,
Each day begins with the other
The last person she smiles with
The last person he wants,
Each night concludes on the promise of tomorrow
He's ruggedly handsome,
She's poised, true and tall,
Day in, day out, they skirt about
Another
First, grudgingly, as all great loves are,
Slowly, very slowly, they warm up the engine of their car.
Moments, hints, and looks,
Never so bare, so naked,
As the heat between them rises,
As their partnership encourages surprises.
He's taken the dive,
She's too bent to break,
His seed takes to her with trust,
When matters are beyond his wisdom
She has a past
He has a nosy curiosity
She said to leave it be
He knew before he didn't.
Banished from her castle,
She misses him.
He is falling in love, with her,
Too soon.
Too soon, for her past. Too soon, for her heart.
So they dance.
Some nights they tango,
Some evenings they waltz,
Some mornings they swing;
But don't let them rumba
Cautionary measures keep him at a distance,
While her hips move smoothly, slow
He wants to join her – he is her partner.
But she chooses another interest.
No more, are they hopeful,
Is he hopeful,
Is she his
His heart is light, yet laden with syrup,
Weighing him down: he's unable to withstand strain
His resolve crumbles.
He falls
She falls
Away
Towards
And their moment is lost.
Fate's not done,
They aren't there yet, their future
Forever prolonged.
They meet again,
Unofficially.
That's what they do best, no?
Unofficial.
Unofficial cop, unofficial lover, unofficial antidote to her past.
He is.
He is everything.
She knows this,
He shows this,
Lips hungrily indulge:
Unofficially.
Women offer him gold,
Though he'll have no part,
He'll wait for her,
Until she's cured in heart.
One man has the position he wants,
She laughs, he should be told,
That man has nothing…
Nothing on him.
When death finally catches them,
She is sure of her mortality.
With her last breath she tries to tell him.
He holds her, as mortal as she-
That shouldn't be so.
A flurry of kisses massage her head,
"I l-" she couldn't quite say.
I love you, he is thinking.
My love belongs to none other.
It is her love.
For him.
From him.
Unofficially.
Hell must have it in for them,
Because the earth seems to have cracked open,
That Man saving her after he saved her,
After he loved her.
It wasn't fair.
The first person she sees,
The first person he feels,
Each day begins with the other.
The last person she embraces,
The last person he loves,
Each night ends when they tell it to.
The fates will not stand long for their
Debacle of a love overdue.
The universe cannot stay balanced,
When the truest of passions are denied-
No substitutes will suffice.
Things will toss and turn,
Until they are united,
Until their fears are balanced,
Until it is undeniable,
Until they are official.
A/N: That looks terrible. I don't do poetry like I do normal prose. I don't know the grammar. Nonetheless, it's something different. Thoughts?