The last goodbye

I thought we would last longer than we did,
In the end. I am. Humiliated. Hurt. Broken. Messy.
Sometimes I revel in hating you.
Sometimes I miss your everything and I smile.
You disgust me, but I also can't help but miss you.
What a mess.
I am no longer anything, but ripped apart at the seams and discarded.
I wonder,
Do you even miss me?
Where did I go wrong?
Did you ever feel anything for me?
Was I just another pawn on the chessboard?
Thanks for nothing.
I wish I never met you.
Another lesson learnt.
Another heartache to recover from.
Another goodbye.
Uncontrollable emotions.
It is going to be okay, I will convince myself.