journal entry

i know
he doesn't love me,
she writes
onto a crisp
yellow page
in her
bedside journal.
i know
he's seeing other
women,
secretly
when we aren't
together.
i feel it
in my bones,
down
to the bottom
of my
cold feet.
i know what
the truth is,
but it doesn't
matter, not
really,
i don't love
him either
and i'd rather
this
than be alone.