Susannah's poem circles one word, "Love," and keeps changing what it means. Each time the word appears alone on its line, it sets up a new, often contradictory feeling. Love is sometimes nice and sometimes not. It's thinking about someone constantly, then crying because they won't love you back. It causes self-doubt and sleepless nights.
Then the poem turns. Love is also what makes the speaker feel wanted, and what brings "happy cry" tears because other people care for them. The tears stay, but their meaning flips.
The mood is raw, confused, and honest. The plain, conversational language makes it feel like a private thought written down at night. The ending is the most interesting part: the speaker admits not knowing whether love is good or bad, then wonders if that uncertainty is the point, since the real aim is simply to feel loved. The final lone "Love." feels less like an answer than a quiet, tired hope.