I know I shouldn’t ask but curiosity got the best of me

As if rhetorical questions were meant to have answers

I’m not one to judge

I’m not perfect, I’m human

I want to understand and I still do

Ignorance is bliss I would say but not for every case

I would love to come home and say it is,

But I can’t call that home anymore

I want to ask but it wouldn’t be my place

 

Her words never rolled out of her tongue

They came in chunks and incomplete

I would ask again several times

They always echoed then faded

I screamed after she screamed

But she didn’t like ice cream like I did

Didn’t look at the trees the way I did.

I saw the trees dance,

She saw a bright screen

 

Should I bring it up?

Her art is amazing but her stories draw blanks

Because she use pencils without a tip

Because she leaves eraser shaving that I have to pick up

Because she needs the art supplies

And I want to give them to her

 

I know there’s another

I know that when I won’t give her what she wants,

She goes somewhere else

I’m not an idiot,

Or maybe I am since I let her

But trust is what I ask of her and honestly is what I seek

Love is what I aim for but I’m tired of the deceit

I know I shouldn’t ask but curiosity got the best of me

Care to tell? Who is he?