Page 153 of Haunt Me

Manuela: Wait, that was short??

Eden: I’m being published in the New Yorker. Under my real name.

Eden: Two poems.

Eden: Shut up, Fee.

Faith: I didn’t say anything.

Faith: Yet.

Faith: Ok, I’m coming in. I can’t type fast enough for all the things I want to say to you right now.

The Heartbreakers Forum

No1IssyWooFan: I’ll just leave this headline and this pic here: ‘Drenched king of pop Issy Woo performs entire show in pouring rain in his second Stockholm show at sold-out stadium for Heartbreaker Tour - Again!’ [photo] [link]

IssyWoo4Life: It wasn’t as cool as the opening night in Athens, but I’ll take a wet Issy any way I can have him.

No1IssyWooFan: People are going nuts. Someone is selling rainwater in a jar for thousands of dollars.

IsaiahGirlie: I am seeing him both in Amsterdam and Vienna in a few months, back to back. Following him around Europe like a lunatic I guess !!!!

SaintHeartbreaker: Guys and gals, I think I might have found something. They say it’s a poem written by his lyricist. Apparently, it’s the same poet who wrote the viral poemGet myself Lost. It’s under a pseudonym, of course, not his/her real name, but still. [link]

IssyWooSuperFan: Oh wow! I was reading that two days ago. How do we know it’s the same writer?

SaintHeartbreaker: It’s just a rumor so far, but I don’t see how anyone reading the poem with the ‘piercing hearts’ and the ‘you began to sing’ could have any doubt. You guys, they are talking to each other!

IsaiahGirlie: WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW I have never clicked a link so fast in my life.

IssyWooRules46: I am instantly obsessed!!!!

JJISSY: The way my heart stopped when I read these poems. I just can’t—they are so beautiful and tortured. Don’t do this to us, Issy.

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Eden’s Poetry

SURVIVOR

You thrust a mic in front of my face

Ask me what it’s like being a survivor

But you don’t really want to know

You can’t handle it.

Do you want to know what being a survivor means?

It means not surviving for years and years

It means being made to love my jailer

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