when we planned our sleepover
it was meant to be just us.
when we talked about sex
i said i was straight
and i was the only one.
when he wouldn't stop touching my leg
i said 'nick, you could make me gay'
and drank the rest of his vodka.
when he asked if i had credit
i said no
cos i didnt want him stealing my phone.
when he wouldn't shut up
viki promised we would kiss
if he would stop with the obscene jokes.
when we kissed
i wonderd if they'd remember
while i wonderd why we'd never done this before.
when i walked home the next day
i listend to katy perry on my ipod.
i finally understood what she meant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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