Second Hand Sex.

second hand sex; more of a mess than you realize. one in love the other with wandering eyes and they couldn't care less. it's not the best and it's not quite what you want. and even though she was your best friend's you push that aside, you don't want to care in the end. she's just a one night stand right now it's not working between her and her man. you think you're there to make it right you know this is going to end up in a fight. you shouldn't be here but you fix it with a few beers. it's there, and you snatch it up. everything reminds you of it like a blast from the past. it's getting harder for you now to keep her in your thoughts last. what happened? it came and went so fast. all that second hand sex killed your first hand friendship. she was your friend. did you forget? more emotions you deemed a threat; you'd like her to be unimportant to you still you'd like to forget to check. so you make her into nothing because you're afraid she's becoming your only "something" and that wouldn't be your style. that would ruin everything everyone knew you as. she's good but you don't want her to be your last piece of ass. she's good, but she's too good for her second hand sex. leaving her behind, taking the next girl in line. was it all just a simulation? an imitation of a person who holds a heart? i find they seem to be the place you like to keep your darts. love michelle.