Please let my head pound

yes this is written from a girls point of view. if you think this makes me a pansy fuck you

Please let my head pound:

the sun was hanging
still in the sky but fading
like it knew our story.
he looked at me and told
me that if i held the picture he
gave me tight to my chest
it would be like he never left.
he held his gaze to me
but i could only feel it.
He was hidden by the sun
only his hair burning in technicolor.
"I love you" he said to
me with less passion than ever
before and somehow with the way
he didn't sell it
it was more real.
He placed
his hand on my cheek
and pulled meto kiss him.
It wasn't special,
it was just like every other
kiss we had ever had
and i would not
have wanted it any other way.
We laid in the grass and under
the stars we shared
a bottle of Jack.
I almost looked to him and told him
that the distance would kill me
but instead I kissed him and
he told me he would miss my hair.
I remember the last thing
i thought before i fell asleep
with his arms
heavy on my side
was that i hoped i was hung-over
in the morning,
because he always made me
the best coffee
and bacon
when i was waking up
from being really sloshed.