Done with you, No room for rent in my mind.

This happened from May to July, as early as the third day of July it ended.

Before I blamed the guy you are entertaining, true that we have no label but you want and demanding exclusivity from me.

You want time and attention from me just not my sincerity or feelings, much like in Charlie Puth’s song.

I’m at fault too for progressing in our status before too fast, the second time we met we immediately got intimate.

But none of those seem to matter to you, discarded me like a used tissue or second-hand car.

So goodbye, no use in thinking what could have been between us I just pray that you are happy and contented with what you’ve done.

Thank you Celestine. For All.