F*ck You Haiku: Little Breakup Poems to Help You Vent, Heal, and Move On

By Kristina Grish

Get through any relationship split with this collection of relatable, impassioned, and irreverent breakup haikus.

When her marriage came to a sudden and infuriating end, celebrated relationship columnist Kristina Grish found solace in a unique outlet—penning fiery breakup haikus. Now, she shares her cathartic creations in a compilation designed to guide you through the wreckage of your split.

In F*ck You Haiku, Kristina has compiled more than 100 breakup haikus— drawing inspiration from her own tumultuous love affairs and universal experiences that strike a chord with us all. These poetic gems serve as a lifeline for anyone grappling with heartbreak, providing a cathartic path to healing.

Representing a range of emotions and clever ways to vent about your ex, these haikus are entertaining and enraging, as well as enlightening and empowering. So, if you’re currently going through a breakup—whether you did the deed or are on the receiving end of it—let this collection of inventive poems help you say “f*ck you” to that special someone and eventually “love you” to yourself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simon & Schuster
• Release date: Jan 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781982157982

Kristina Grish

Kristina Grish covers women’s lifestyle topics, including health, relationship, celebrity, fashion, fitness, and pop-culture trends for various national magazines. She’s contributed features, essays, and profiles to Cosmopolitan, Marie Claire, Real Simple, Martha Stewart Living, Martha Stewart Weddings, Women’s Health, Self, Shape, Health, Fitness, Men’s Health, Vibe, and Teen Vogue.

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Cover: F*ck You Haiku, by Kristina Grish

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F*ck You Haiku by Kristina Grish, Tiller Press

To Gena, who always gets it.

I love you, sis.

You crushed my sweet soul

And forced me to haiku you

Who gets the last laugh?

Preface

One crisp, fall afternoon, my husband of twelve years asked me out on a lunch date. I was excited to spend time with him, just the two of us, as we’d been living separately for the past few months due to the fact that I was sick with a frightening and unwieldy illness and being in our house made me feel physically worse. We’d made a promise to each other that we would put our place on the market in the spring, after preparing it to sell, and then finally reunite under a healthier roof. Our son was six years old at the time and especially excited to go house hunting so that we could once again be together as a happy little family.

All our plans came to a screeching halt, however, when my husband rushed into the pub where we’d agreed to meet for lunch, insisting that we talk in the parking lot. He was anxious and wild-eyed. I worried that something was wrong with our child or with my husband’s mom, who was babysitting him that