the smell of cold

What did they mean to me

And I, through loving them

Stopped believing in love

Their awkward attempts at existence 

Painful, slow, hurting

They smelled of cold

And unhappy was a tangible thing

Ammonia and a low living engery

Sweat that cooled us

In the way of sickness

I stopped believing in life the way I used to 

They said they'd break me

Show me how I was supposed to live