Noodles

I can't ever tell you how I really feel.
You make me so happy,
the homing device on my
GPS when I lose it.
And yet you have not a clue.
To you I'm just another mime--
someone you can rant to
and get distracted by.
You frustrate me.
I want to see you happy,
and yet your happiness kills me.
It's like a slap in the face,
but a slap you don't intend.
You led me on
without taking a step.
My hopes and dreams
are shattered by yours.
I guess sometimes
there's only one happy ending.
I want you to have it.
I thought you were the one,
but you were just another noodle in the bowl,
trying to float to the top.
Somewhere along the way,
you got picked to go
to the new land of happiness
and dreams fulfilled,
but I got left behind.
I guess me and my
noodle friends will just
stick closer than ever--
there's safety in numbers.
Maybe there's still a chance,
maybe I'll float--
but as for you,
have a happy life
in the world I may never see.