Like an old rose

I have given someone my heart.

I understand there is always a risk for them to break it.

Like an old rose, it will shrink.

My eyes will overflow with tears.

Dealing with their behavior,

and feeling lonely.

I will feel deceived.

Dealing with a breakup is going to exhaust me.

I understand that unrequited love is crushing.

Maybe I should leave a space for disappointment.

Because when that time comes, 

I can't stand up to the anguish.