recipe

there's something appetising
about the melancholy
that sits like a stone
in the stomach
and waits for a reason
the perfect season
to crush the heart above
squuezing it with pain
smothering it with love.

It's like a recipe
that feeling
that guides a life
-mix in strife
make it less hollow
put in some sorrow
add a pinch of tearsalt
and try to avoid
eating it.-