I think I may be schizophrenic(ish)

[sarattackz]

Even in daylight, I dream in “we”.

I inhabit another skin and own it;
loaning the
surrogate flesh
my sin and vice, my love and loss.
My thoughts -
my very life.

But at night I switch to “us”.
And it’s dreams of you and I
(whatever form you take tonight)
and though you shift and switch
and change, you are always
every time the same.

I read your soul like a large-print;
big and bold, dark and light
mixed like a twist or two
of love and vice.
And the strokes differ each time
I close (our) eyes, but there’s always
a known surprise and

I think that’s why I live in “we”;

because our skins join and mix,

and your thoughts are never far
from my own head.