This isn't poetry. This is a collection of midnight tweets at best. Lovelace tries and fails at maintaining flow and rhythm, so the so-called poems read as sentences put together by sheer coincidence. Whilst at least,
Kaur makes it feel as every word has a purpose, I didn't get the same feeling from Lovelace's books.

It's a decision that should've been made 2 books ago, but this is the last time I will read something from this author. I understand people are touched by her poetry, but for me, she lacks a lot of flair and taste.