The speaker begins by clearing something up: they do believe love is real. What hurts is knowing they can't have it, even though everyone else talks about it so warmly. The speaker calls this a "curse," a word that makes being unlovable sound like something fixed and unchosen, not something they can change.
The last two lines turn the poem. The common idea is that love is what breaks hearts. The speaker flips it: love isn't the problem, "loving me is." That small shift puts all the pain on the speaker's own self, as if they see themselves as the thing that hurts anyone who gets close.
The mood is quiet, heavy, and resigned. There's no anger, just a flat, sad certainty. The title, "Trauma Child," hints that this belief may have deep roots, though the poem itself doesn't say where it comes from.