A speaker is stuck on unrequited love, going over the same painful facts again and again. They love someone who doesn't love them back, and they know it, yet they still wish it were different. The poem opens and closes on nearly the same words, "I love you" followed by "you don't love me back," so it feels like the speaker is going in circles and can't escape the thought.
The confusion comes from one small moment: the other person said "I like you" plainly. The speaker keeps asking whether they misread it, got their hopes up, or "thought too quickly." Those questions have no answers, which makes the poem feel raw and unfinished. The short, plain lines read like thoughts spilling out without much polish. The mood is quiet heartbreak mixed with self-doubt. The speaker isn't angry at anyone, just sad and a little embarrassed. The title, with its image of throwing flowers away, hints at an attempt to let go, though the poem itself suggests that isn't easy.