The speaker begins with a quote that stuck with them: some people are born to give more love than they will ever receive. It reads like a half-comfort, a way of making sense of an uneven relationship. The speaker clearly sees themselves in it, even if they can't say exactly why.
Then the poem turns inward. The speaker keeps telling themselves that if they just gave more, the love would eventually come back. It's a hopeful, slightly desperate kind of bargaining. The last lines drop that hope. Maybe the problem was never how much love was offered. Maybe the other person simply finds it hard to love the speaker themselves.
The title hints at the same idea, suggesting someone who can't love a flawed person. The mood is quiet, tired, and sad. There's no anger here, just a painful, honest admission that effort may not be enough, and that the speaker might be the one being rejected.