Happiness?

Do I dare ask you?
Do I dare take the risk that has destroyed me twice before?
You make me happy.
You make me forget.
When I talk with you,
Nothing else exists.
The universe is a vast wasteland that is nothing more than a mere grain of sand.
I like you,
Yet I never see you.
I’m still hung up on him,
Yet you make me forget about him.
Is this because I actually like you,
Or merely because I want to forget him?
Are you just a rebound,
Or are you so much more?
Perhaps you’re more,
For if I think of everyone as a rebound,
I would stay still,
As if I were trapped in the depths of quicksand.
Isn’t that what love and life are though?
A giant quicksand trap?
Some manage to escape with miniscule bruises and scratches,
While others become engulfed with no way of escaping.
Am I destined to escape?
Am I on my way out of this pit of doom?
Am I on my way to happiness?
Am I on my way to you?