Thieves of Time Still Lose to Fate

A collection of poems that doesn’t romanticize love; instead, it dissects it. From the rush of infatuation to the disorientation of longing, from warmth to withdrawal, these pages unravel the raw, often brutal anatomy of feeling. Love arrives, stumbles, and bleeds. Confusion fogs everything. Heartbreak doesn’t close the door; it leaves it half-open, humming with memory. These poems are not medicine. They’re a mirror held to the parts of us we’d rather flinch from. Because we are human and we feel so much.