Blendbureaux’ poet laureate Vanessa Matic delivers once again. Read her latest work after the break.

I found love to be true
I found love and it’s not
in you

So my darling don’t be
confused No need for games
I’ve broken the rules I see
New York and I’m not in love
I see the sun and the blue above
Run on me like I’m high on drugs
You got me like I’m high on lust

There I go down the empty street
When the night is black and the
cars aren’t left There I go down
Broome street knowing when the
darkness creeps From down on the
ground to my fingertips, to bitter this
sour sweet kiss on my lips

Try to charm me in your bad taste
I’m wide awake I harm and I shake
Try to charm me in your last escape
I’m not here for another take, I don’t
play it that safe

Dead ringing, is that your voice
You thought it was vice then I
had no choice I wasn’t being nice
It was just a perfect storm I wasn’t
thinking twice now leave me alone

– Vanessa Matic