Something about this poem

Why does it seem like I’m more alive when I’m dying to be around you, 

and feel like I’m drowning every time you ask to come through, 

I mean I know what I want, 

But I’m also confused too, 

trying to talk to you from a distance, 

but we’re too close to realize the problems in the distance, 

for instance, 

things that I disregarded, 

is what turned you into my dearly departed, 

there’s no loss of life but a lost soul, 

and you were integral in making my heart cold, 

I tried I mean I really tried, 

but all you saw was yourself and how the feelings already died, 

you fell into temptations or did I push you there, 

the real question is do you really care, or should I even care