The story you’re about to read never really happened.

But you’ll feel it anyway.

These are the poems of a mind in love with its own ghosts. Longing isn’t just for a person, but for the idea of one — the perfect love crafted, revised, and ultimately unmade by the lonely author behind the scenes.

With coded titles and kaleidoscopic imagery, this collection blurs the line between creation and obsession, asking:

Did you ever love me? Or was I just talking to myself the whole time?