Taking us to bed

I have an anxiety
For showing you
how i feel about
You.
So the door is close
As your eyes stay shut.
And i thought
Why not
Why not telling you
Foolishly
What i want,
If this body of mine cant
Ill get drunk.
The next day
We might
Live as one.
Me
You
And the anxiety.

(And stay drunk
Anxiously happily dreaming
Of us
In a world of independency.
What is a better
Way to live
Than feel
Anxious
In a good and horrifying way.)