Watered-down Lover

Based on the Laws of attraction, 

I ponder on what unmatched love fades into. 

Not the unrequited, 

But the one that falls off the edges as your plate grows smaller.

I wonder what unmatched love dies into- 

each day you spend with someone who completes you, 

But doesn’t fulfill you.

For lack of better words, 

Is it silly to express your understanding of it as a deep sigh of perplexity? 

To give up on the stars and settle for the moon? 

Once you’ve tasted raw conjured passion, 

Anything else feels cumbersome and heavily laden.

I know each feeling in my heart, 

including those without a name- 

I am aware of which nerve they spark.

Everyone has a flaw; 

For God, it’s his untamed rage and unconditional love. 

But a flaw where your existence dampens my heart with a cold, patchy cloth. 

That is a beckoning mystery that time gnaws at!