Use me.
I'll be the cigarette on your cold turkey weekend.
I'll be Ratatouille when you're living on
fast food and TV dinners.
Mold me into a gossamer of being, I'm
putty in your hands.
If glamour is what you crave, I'll be an
opulence of Woman.
If noise is what you need, I'll be a symphony of sensuality.

Use me.
I'll be the amnesia for your New Year's Eve mistakes.
I'll be effervescence when you're seeing in black and white.
Stretch my skin into an action figure of
nostalgia,
I'm only alive in your memory.
If innocence is what you crave, I'll be a
requiem of juvenility.
If silence is what you need, I'll be a shadow on the wall.
Squeeze liquefied hope from my pores,
Wring me out
I'm a rag of a person.
I'm a hand-me-down of faith.
Recycled.

Used.