This isn’t actually poetry to be perfectly blunt IMHO. It reads more like haphazard journal entries trying to masquerade as legit poetry, and tailors more to the fairer gender. How many recipes can you write where the main ingredient is love ? Page after page with overuse of it, some emo sounding profound words about regret/love/feelings/questions I think were already asked on the previous page(s). If you’re feeling heartbreak from a recently ended relationship this book might be utilitarian as a sort of self help chicken soup for the broken hearted chick soul. I tend to veer clear of poetry that uses too much sugar as its primary ingredient and blends it with spices that just don’t gel well and I can’t relate to. To make matters worse the trend is definitely rising and there’s many such emo drenched non poetry poetry books flooding the bookshelves bit by bit, which really ought to be shelved in the self help section, no offense.