Haikus are easy.
But sometimes they don't make sense.
(a collection of haikus)

His name was Charlie.
It was him that I fell for,
But he let me fall.

So I tell you this:
Do not fall for those people
Who will not catch you.

Thought he was the one,
But I was wrong about him.
He stole my one heart.

Did he think I cared?
Maybe Charlie did not think.
Maybe it's my fault.

My heart is now his.
Forever his, and it is
Not to be returned.

His skin tone? Olive.
His hair? Dark brown and curly.
His eyes? Chocolate.

He was it. The one.
Or so I thought to myself,
I was proven wrong.