I’m sorry I started this review that bad but man I felt kinda frustrated for not liking it as much as I thought I would. I mean, I’ve seen it everywhere and I love the cover and I was really excited to read it and love it and quote it everywhere, you know what I’m saying? I declared it in my heart my favorite contemporary poetry book before I opened it and man, I should’ve held my horses I guess.
That wasn’t even poetry. Those were phrases written in separate lines with no rhyme or that feeling you get when you read poetry and you know that’s a poem and you read it with a special tone (Thanks Lang Leav for showing me what contemporary poetry is). I loved 2 writings maybe? but that’s all I can say about it.
Sorry, Rupi Kaur. Maybe the next one will be for me.