I want you to love me like sand.
I want you to find me in your pockets
A week after you've been to the beach.
I want to fill your hourglass
And pour myself out
To count our time apart.
I want you to build castles
From my shattered pieces;
To build a temple
From this ruined frame.
I want you to make me hotter than I've ever been;
To touch me with pressure so hard
I turn to glass.

I want you.
I want you.
I want you.