What do they know about love?

I was looking at my life and found
that it's full of opinions burdened unto me.
By my father and my father's father and our past
not my present.
Symbol for our thoughts: the blank-faced stare of the train passenger.
Stare into nothingness, other people, whose minds are filled with nothingness.
When meaning is defined recursively by meaninglessness
we have ideas foisted upon us
and they aren't real.
I'm fucking overwhelmed!

I take issue with calling it a sign of hope
As dwindling hope cannot be hopeful.
"Full" cannot be diminishing unless the expectations are.
I hunger for the time when rebellion was cool.
i want to be too cool for school.
i hunger for a hunger to be aroused in me that forces its way to a boil and blows the top off everything
But the pot is firmly placed on the back burner of a fast food chain.

What do they know about love?
Are my emotions transcending all?
Have I found the bridge over the drivel of everyday banality?
i feel it when I'm with her and when I'm away I long for it, but my logic tells me that love is simpler than complexities of emotions make it out to be.
It is simply a lust, a drive, driven by the evolutionary need to procreate with a partner that will be amply suited to oneself to help rear a successful procreation.
Science makes everything sound painful
but love is more to me and her
because we know where science has no evidence.
we know that science can't understand love because even the people in love can't.
We know why love exists, but nothing can make sense of that something beyond the lust, the drive, the evolutionary need.
Much like the soul's all-encompassing mystery, we can't know the answers until we know where it starts and love does not start in one moment.
thought starts in one place, but branches in all directions.
Love is the opposite of thought