What happens when you are too frank with a boy

I tell you to stop,
because I love you as a friend,
But you take it the wrong way,
and act like it's the end.
I say just relax,
and think about what I said,
But you become frantic,
And say our friendship is dead.
You say you don't need drama,
and oh no this is not the end,
You try to reverse the blame on me
But I know it was your pride I did bend.
I sit here and laugh,
this is just my luck.
I get to see my jerky friend
Go into self-destruct.