Kamikaze Heart

A heart could only withstand so much abuse before embracing the wreckage.
When the flames of heartache declared war, I was defenseless to the ambush. Unforeseen tragedy ripped me apart and I was imprisoned by the guilt. To survive, I ran.
It was then I met him, but I wasn’t ready. It didn’t matter, though. Hearts were reckless and selfish all on their own.
Consequences aside, I was forced to shed a piece of my armor and head into battle.