'Who Even Reads Poetry?' is not here to be delicate. It’s a loud sigh, a dramatic eyeroll, a tender scream into the void. This collection is poetry stripped of pretense—raw, exaggerated, and deeply felt. It’s for the ones who overthink everything, cry at commercials, and turn heartbreak into punchlines. If you’re reading this, chances are you’re just as sensitive and unhinged (in the best way) as the author. Welcome to the chaos.
