12a.m. you called me once again. I finally picked up. You asked me how I’ve been. I was ready to tell you All of the hurtful things you did. Uncalled for and dazed. Are you living in a haze? You finally gave me an apology. And I was ready to tell you  How you hurt me. Eight months since the breakup. Did you realize what you have done? You broke my heart and you tore me apart. The sleepless nigh...