I found myself taking photographs of the poems in this volume that effected my heart most, and there were many. Refreshing to read such heart-felt and emotive words by a member of the opposite sex.

4.5

I picked this up due to the poem in the back, since I constantly swing between despair and optimism a whole lot and it was one of the most comforting books I’ve read in a long while.
It reminded me of Rupi Kaur and Robert M. Drake in their open rawness.
It’s not an easy read, but you feel a hell of a lot better after reading it. Sort of like cauterising a wound that needs it.

I found the collection to be extremely repetitive in terms of themes and language. The collection also read as a poorly formatted combination of self-help, life advice, love advice, and shading throwing at the haters (I understand the message Sin was trying to send with these poems- not to let people undermine you or your work) but he just came across kind of pretentious, some people honestly provide criticism to see you improve not because they are jealous the success you have achieved.

As always, I am speechless.

Anybody and everybody needs to read this poetry collection! It’s definitely for all the broken hearted people or the ones who are always feeling down. I always have felt inspired by his writing to keep my head up and continue doing what I’m doing no matter how down and depressed I feel. His poetry no matter which collection you read is always beautifully written and I always feel as if it’s specifically written for me! This one shows you can be down in the dumps and heartbroken but you still have a purpose to continue on even when you feel like you shouldn’t!

Completely relatable but a little over simplistic. A book more to be thumbed through but not read cover to cover

I liked some of them though I found myself struggling to get past through because it felt repetitive. I felt like some of his poems from his past works are just replaced with different words. I am thankful for encouragements and reminders to keep fighting though.

Also this was published on my birthday so hey. Totally irrelevant I know.

I was predisposed to like this, because I like short sharp contemporary poetry. HOWEVER.

Three reasons I could not enjoy this book:

1. He unironically refers to a vulva as a 'flower'.
2. He writes multiple angry poems about how people DON'T UNDERSTAND HIS GENIUS! GASP!
3. OCD is a curse, not a personality quirk that makes you more organised.

I hate-read the last quarter of this book. There was some good content, some poems that were alright, but this is not the book for me. More power to those who got a lot out of it, though.

(Although according to the author, I am BELOW him because I don't UNDERSTAND him or his readers.)

4/5 stars

This is like a 4 stars overall for everything- the style, the content, etc.-, but emotionally I'm rating this about 5000 stars? Roundabout? Some things were a miss (it felt like things were repeated, this felt really long after a while, the sex poems made me uncomfortable but that's just a general thing I'm not used to in poetry, etc.) but overall I loved this.

I've been going through a really difficult time with a lot of friendships I made in my first year of university falling apart based on their reactions to minor mistakes I made- nothing life threatening or things I've done out of malicious intent, just making the wrong decision to not tell people things when I should've, and after apologising, found them pretending to like me while they said awful things about me and several other people behind our backs. The poems in this helped me recognise the mistakes I made and then confront the reality: I made a mistake, and I apologised more than once, but the friendships I had were toxic and in reality I wasn't seeing what these people were really like the whole time I knew them because I wanted them to like me so, so badly. I will never get apologies from these people for the way they treated me after I apologised for something that wasn't even that bad, and I need to stop letting that dominate my thoughts and become strong enough to form friendships in my second year that aren't with people so willing to treat other people like shit.

Thank you, R.H. Sin, for making the fallout just that bit more bearable. The path of recovery doesn't seem so daunting and lonely anymore.