One Night Stand.

It used to be a game.
I'd fuck you just for the notch,
Not the emotional investment.
A belt lined with one night stands.
Most of the time,
I wouldn't even remember your name by the end of the night.
I'd be gone before the sun rose,
And the scent of coffee filled the air.
Just another notch,
Another memory that I barely remember.
The scent of sex doesn't linger for too long,
Especially when you move onto the next.
One night stands and too much to drink.
That's the way it was.
You were lucky if I even gave you my real name,
Or my real number.
And when you'd see me at the bar again,
I'd act like we never met.
But for one night, I gave you heaven.
Then you went through hell.
A smile and a drink,
Maybe a wink from across the bar.
That's all it ever took.
That's all it ever took for you to be added to the list.
You weren't a name,
Just a number.
Just another memory,
Just another notch.