Love is often described as unconditional, limitless, and capable of healing anything.

I no longer believe that.

These poems explore what happens when devotion becomes identity, when compassion turns into self-erasure, and when the desperate desire to save another person slowly consumes the one doing the saving. Drawing on the imagery and philosophy of seventeenth-century poetry, they examine insecurity, sacrifice, obsession, hope, resentment, and the painful realization that love can illuminate another soul, but it cannot choose for it.

At its heart, this is not a book about heartbreak.

It is a book about discovering the limits of love and grieving them.

Because the greatest tragedy is not that love fails.

It is that even the deepest love in the world cannot rescue someone who has chosen not to believe they are worth saving.