Belle menteur

As I sit in this empty coffee shop, I am writing lies within loving words on every napkin I can find.

I am trying to write this all down but how can I when all my thoughts are bouncing around in my head and that lonely guy in the corner keeps staring at me as if he knows the truth. Does he? It would take an eternity to tell you what is really on my mind. How much I truly cared for you. I ache to curl up next to your warmth as you sing sweet songs in my ear and hold me tight.

Everything I have come up with does not appear honest enough, they are all too stale. The letters are stuck between my teeth and a quivering voice box. I cannot bring myself to utter those three syllables because they will be my ruin. I was never suppose to say “I love you”. I was never suppose to fall for you. They have already been my downfall. I should have been content standing in the margins of your life’s story but I pushed myself into the pages which are now torn out of the book.

What am I doing here? Why is that man still staring at me….stop judging me.

Now I’ve ripped a hole in this damn napkin and the blue ink has stained the table. I can’t worry about that now, I must write you this…..

You will never believe I was “in love” because as far as you are concerned, I am just a liar with a beautiful tongue.

Written for the Trifecta challenge;

Rules for this weeks challenge….

1a : to be or come in sight <the sun appears on the horizon>
b : to show up <appears promptly at eight each day>
2: to come formally before an authoritative body <must appear in court today>
3: to have an outward aspect : seem <appears happy enough>

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