tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

intoxicatingly hoping-eighty three

and when I get drunk and the acid burns my throat,
I hope you know that you're all I think about.
even though what's left of me is of a faint illustration of you,
I still hope you know
you're still the one engraved in my brain, in my head, and in my mind
even thought it's as faint as the chances of you loving me again,
I'll repaint it all over again
and I'll make sure that I get every single feature right
and when I mess up,
hopefully, I restart and never end the night
and as I work hard to get you so right,
five words stays in my mind;
I still hope you knew..