I Fixed Him, But I Broke Myself

When we first met, I knew he was broken. His outlook on life was full of complete negativity. I tried so hard to pick him up, so we could move on, together. I just wanted him to be happy, even if it meant I was miserable. The more we talked, the more he laughed. I knew I made him happy, but I became scared, and my guard went up. I ended up pushing him away, I lost him. I did feel horrible for my actions, leaving him broken inside, but I felt it was right. Every time I got close to a person, I would end up getting hurt, so I left to prevent that from happening. What I didn't realize was I had just turned into the person I never wanted to be. 

I soon realized what I had done, and I reached out for him again. He was a drunken mess, mostly because of the damage I had caused. I realized he seemed much happier while I was with him, so I decided that maybe I could fix him. In the middle of putting his pieces back together, I became attached, and my walls came tumbling down. Little did I know, that was an enormous mistake. I began to fix him little by little as he tore me down. I didn't mind though, I just wanted him to be able to have a genuine smile spread across his handsome face. 

I tried to make things better, I tried to save the. He did not want that though, so he left me, the same way I left him. I was in great pain, but I knew he was still happy. He was still smiling, even if it was without me I put the life back into him, so now he no longer has to fake a smile. I fixed him, but he broke me. I am still broken, but I can see he's still smiling, which causes me great temporary joy.