He did a line on the dashboard.
He did a line on the kitchen counter.
He did a line on the patio.
He did a line in the bathroom.
He did a line on the dining room table.
I tried to count the amount of times you pulled out the vial of coke,
but I lost count after eight.
We drove around; I was high on THC and you were hyped on *******.
I had to refrain from grabbing for your hand multiple times.
And when I complained about wanting fireworks we ended up in the grocery store five minutes before closing so you could get them for me.
You kept getting closer and closer to me after each one went off until finally you took my hand and I had the dumbest grin on my face.
Lit up by shadows of sparks and fire.
And then you did another line.
And my grin faltered.
And the fireworks went *out