A Lesson

They never tell us
Relationships hurt.
And time doesn't
Fucking heal
Everything.
Its sands
Get stuck
In our wounds
Like an itch at first.
We scratch
But with each scratch
We only bleed further.
Eventually,
We become infected.
No tool, no doctor and no
Force—imagined or real
Helps remove the grain.
It hurts as much as it did
When the first time
We tasted the relationship turn
Its texture coarse
And its lodging permanent.

- When wanted things acquire an 'undesired' characteristic