Refuse to live again

When I decided to love you and you knew for a fact that I do, take it maturely and seriously. But when I have to die so you could live, I'm telling you, I've been dead before. When I resurrected my heart, I barely coped up with my own but I always have that given commitment to stick through the ends. I refuse to die on my own just so "we" could live like a zombie that continued a lifeless journey. When I don't understand things and my gut feeling tells me something, I listen to it. When my silence is ignored after I tried to reach out then I'm good as being forgotten. I won't chase a butterfly that refuses to land. For when I chase I know I am bound to die. Dying from the person that I am in pursuit of another existence that does not even care to live for me, is vain. If that would ever happen, I refuse to live again.