As The Floor Disappears

Creating an obstacle course,
shoe mines and a dirty dish maze.
Try to find solid ground,
somewhere to place my feet
and somehow leave nothing broken.
A sea of discarded ideas,
wading through a lack of time
I see my stress surround me
as the floor disappears.

Mess

My room's a mess, like I'm a mess
but you my darling
are still welcome in my bed
because the fragile parts of me
could do with someone like you
to hold them together.