This is a slightly strange mixture of feelings for me. Kaur depicts pain and trauma with an aptness and intensity that I've rarely encountered, but she's also very optimistic in a way that's unsatisfying to me. A few of my favorites from the collection: 
 love is not cruel 
 we are cruel 
 love is not a game 
 we have made a game 
 out of love 
 people go 
 but how 
 they left 
 always stays 
 i don't know why 
 i split myself open 
 for others knowing 
 sewing myself up 
 hurts this much 
 afterward 
 i came all this way 
 to give you all these things 
 but you aren't even looking 
 the idea that we are 
 so capable of love 
 but still choose 
 to be toxic 
 There are more but they're too long to type on my phone. I will definitely be looking for more of Kaur's poetry soon.