Last Night At The Sleepover Poem by lisa hart

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.