Love Leaks

Love leaks.
I've always thought that.
You can have alot. You can feel like you couldn't possibly love him more. Harder. Deeper.
You walk around with the smile of satisfaction filling your face and everyone knows your in love.
But, try just once to transport it and it leaks.
I loved you in Toronto,
I carried my love in what felt like Ziploc bags, piled high in my arms.
This is how I love you, I seemed to say.
Labeled reasons not ever enough to show you just how much I cared.
But we travelled too much.
You didn't always sleep in my bed.
Your face had marks from the couch,
telling me how comfortable and just how close you got to the leather.
Love leaks.
Slowly,
And before I knew it, Some of my bags had nothing in it.
Just labels on empty Ziploc bags.
"Your smile" says one. And I try to remember.
Did I really love your smile once.
Now it appears planned.
Always on your face before the joke even leaves my lips.
And love leaks,
You get as close as you can. You love as deep as you imagine you can go. You hold on.
You make promises.
But, then it starts to leak.
and trickle out.
And we look up, into each others eyes...
and pretend we don't feel this wet.