MaYa
Favoured Frenzy
Holding What Was Never MINE
She never wanted to betray a heart,
never chose to be the reason for someone’s pain.
Life did not ask her permission.
It simply placed love in her hands
when she herself was falling apart.
She loved him deeply,
even when she knew the clock was already ticking,
even when forever was never promised.
And when the ending arrived,
just as fate had warned,
her love, too intense and too honest,
became the reason they let go.
Time passed.
Egos softened.
They found their way back as friends,
but never the way they once were.
Some connections do not fade,
they only change the way they ache.
Years later, destiny returned,
uninvited and familiar,
cruel in its kindness.
She did not know what they were now,
or how the world saw them.
All she knew
was that she still chose him.
It began as friendship,
soft and safe, almost innocent.
But slowly it rewrote itself
into unfinished love,
into quiet longing,
into desires with no place to go.
Right and wrong lost their voices around him.
Even they could not pull her away.
He held her close and whispered,
“You are just mine.”
He was not fully himself when he said it.
She knew that.
Still, she held those words carefully,
like something fragile and sacred.
She never wanted to hurt him,
never wanted to be the storm in his life.
In her arms, he felt safe,
and in his presence,
she forgot the cost of loving him.
Whenever he thought of her,
she was already there,
having left everything else behind
just to be close.
She knows he will never truly be hers.
She knows this story has no promises.
Yet she stays.
Not because she is weak,
but because she chose to love.
“I know you are never mine,”
her heart whispers,
“but I choose to be yours,
until the day
you no longer need me."
She never wanted to betray a heart,
never chose to be the reason for someone’s pain.
Life did not ask her permission.
It simply placed love in her hands
when she herself was falling apart.
She loved him deeply,
even when she knew the clock was already ticking,
even when forever was never promised.
And when the ending arrived,
just as fate had warned,
her love, too intense and too honest,
became the reason they let go.
Time passed.
Egos softened.
They found their way back as friends,
but never the way they once were.
Some connections do not fade,
they only change the way they ache.
Years later, destiny returned,
uninvited and familiar,
cruel in its kindness.
She did not know what they were now,
or how the world saw them.
All she knew
was that she still chose him.
It began as friendship,
soft and safe, almost innocent.
But slowly it rewrote itself
into unfinished love,
into quiet longing,
into desires with no place to go.
Right and wrong lost their voices around him.
Even they could not pull her away.
He held her close and whispered,
“You are just mine.”
He was not fully himself when he said it.
She knew that.
Still, she held those words carefully,
like something fragile and sacred.
She never wanted to hurt him,
never wanted to be the storm in his life.
In her arms, he felt safe,
and in his presence,
she forgot the cost of loving him.
Whenever he thought of her,
she was already there,
having left everything else behind
just to be close.
She knows he will never truly be hers.
She knows this story has no promises.
Yet she stays.
Not because she is weak,
but because she chose to love.
“I know you are never mine,”
her heart whispers,
“but I choose to be yours,
until the day
you no longer need me."