And while there is still a glimmer of hope behind those sad, tired eyes, know he hasn't worn you down. And while there is an ounce of fight in you, know he hasn't won just yet. And while there is a chance in hell you get out of this, you come out swinging.

I'm a long-time fan of Lang Leav's, and it always makes my little heart swell right up when I see that she's releasing a new collection. Lang is quite easily my favorite modern poet — in fact, I'd only rank her second to Poe as my favorite poet of all time — and historically speaking, her words have always cut right to the core of me. While this wasn't my favorite collection of hers, it still held true to that record: something about her words always exposes something in me that leaves me feeling incredibly understood, and it's a beautiful yet sobering feeling.

Whether you come to Lang's work looking for feminist commentary, expressions of love and yearning, or the quiet, endless ache of someone who's been truly heartbroken, she never disappoints. ♥

Thank you so much to the publisher for providing me with this review copy in exchange for an honest review!