I'll probably never love you like I love this.
The way words look so colorful on paper.
The way my pen scratched out my heart's desires.
I'll probably never love you the way I love this.
The way words echo across screens or ears when they are spoken.
I'll probably never love you the way I love this.
But you will probably love me the way I love this.
I'll break your heart.
I don't know if it's pains me more that I won't feel as bad,
or that I know it's inevitable.
I'll probably never love you the way I love this.