The break of her smile radiates in the shadow of the death of another day,
And circles I dared to join rest on me, and I bear the game I dared to play.
Her glass lips flow unto mine, until dead nerves sink and claim they're just fine.
And the little bit that's left of me melts and seeps to the open world.

It's bliss for now...

But dawn will disagree,
And the aching silence I lie in will mock my shattered self.

This is the first and only writing Ive ever shared, so brutal crit is welcome.
It's a spoken word/poem.