Twelve ounces of tears,

And a heart that will sink.

A tablespoon of fear,

And some time to think.

Of all the good times we had,

Which have now come to a close.

Although I wish it wasn’t over,

Because I miss you the most.

Three teaspoons of heartbreak,

And a half cup of doubt,

Just a pinch of anxiety,

Will leave you to scream and shout.

Continue to weep,

Until you can’t carry on.

Bake at 350°F,

Then everyone is gone.