The speaker is anxious that they've pushed away someone they care about. A missed nod hello is enough to set off panic, and the speaker blames themselves right away, listing their own habits: the bad moods, the cold shoulder, the "fuck everything up" thing. The self-criticism is blunt and a little weary, as if this has happened before.
The middle of the poem breaks down. The lines "dont let me lose you- / dont let me- / dont let- / dont." shrink until the speaker can barely speak, and the plea turns into a demand: "im not begging, im not asking. im telling." That shift feels like fear dressed up as toughness. Then comes the confession that the speaker is deeply in love, and the poem softens. Calling themselves a "dumbass" who moves too fast, they promise to slow down and ask to be told if they start running again. The mood is raw, vulnerable, and hopeful in a nervous way, and the lowercase, unpolished style makes it sound like a message sent in the middle of the night.