Just found my notebook from a couple of years ago when I wrote a haiku for everyone (well, most of them) important who I'd slept with or dated. Sounds so silly but it's so interesting to read back, especially realising that they were all written before I'd ever really experienced any real form of heartbreak. But some of them are still really raw and I'm kinda amazed at how much emotion you can capture in 17 syllables.


















