Every line of "like me" asks the same kind of question, and every one ends the same way: "like I do with you." The speaker is quietly checking whether their feelings are shared. Do you smile when I text? Do you say my name in your head? Do you wonder what I'm thinking? Do you wish we were together? These are small, private things, the sort of habits that only show up when someone is deeply caught up in another person.
What stands out is that the speaker never asks "do you love me?" Instead, they list their own behavior and hope to see it mirrored. That makes the poem feel shy and a little vulnerable, as if the speaker is too nervous to ask directly. The repetition gives it a soft, looping rhythm, like a thought that keeps circling back at night. The mood is tender, hopeful, and slightly anxious. There is no answer, so the poem ends in uncertainty, which is exactly where the speaker seems to be living. The slightly off grammar in the first line ("when I texted you") adds to the unpolished, honest feel.