There were some lovely little poems here and there but this book could have been half the size that it is. I swear half the poems in there were “love yourself” and “love can hurt” and “drop the one who aren’t good enough for you”. It’s giving self help. I was excited to read this because I’ve hear so many good things about R. H. Sin and he’s just really mid. He’s giving early 2010s tumblr and that would’ve been fine if this was published in that time, but this book is from 2017. Overall, a sprinkling of good poems and then repetitive shit for the rest of the book.