The speaker opens with a confident claim: "I made you jealous." From there, the poem works like an argument, as the speaker lays out the evidence. The person they love says they don't care, yet warns the speaker about other guys. That contradiction is what the speaker seizes on.
But the feelings underneath are mixed. The speaker also says this same person keeps hurting them, played with their feelings, and left when things got too close. The repeated "Like you..." lines sound half accusing, half weary. There's a sense of someone who has been let down and knows it, yet still holds on.
The ending is the turn. After telling the other person not to be jealous, the speaker says there's room for only one guy in their heart, then pauses on "And he's" before landing on "You." That small break builds a moment of suspense and makes the confession feel shy and a little reluctant. The mood is bittersweet: hurt, hopeful, and still very much in love.