I've been daydreaming about the time, you bent me over your desk and made me watch through the computer screen. The way your hands roamed my body so carelessly, like we weren't doing something that could get us both fired. You always had the ability to bring out the wildest side of me, you broke me out of my timid shell. That shell wasn't the only thing you broke though. Shattered glass filled the hallways of the home we shared. Shouts, screams and my cries carried through the night. I thought our love was one from the novels I'd always loved, until I realized you loved the bottle more than you could ever love me.
