it feels like any other day,

when the sun is resting,

and the moon takes over,

and i come home exhausted,

with my life wasted,

and he's not here,

but i know i'm not alone tonight,

when i creep up the stairs,

to our bedroom,

and the lights are on,

and i hear,

sensual sounds,

that echo,

along with my two pieced heart,

as i start to panic,

when i walk into the room,

and see yoongi,

as the sick person he really is.