I hate this vice,
that some call love,
because love is only found
below or above.

Not here on this earth,
not meant for me,
true happiness comes,
only when free?

Does love read the same
as a self-help book,
does it always bear pain,
a fish caught on a hook?

I cry out to the stars,
I give in with tears;
Lick them away,
reassure my fears.

You have done this to me,
a strait jacket, size small
my everything is yours,
here ... take it all.

I rock in the corner,
arms around my knees,
love only brings pain,
don't go away, please.

I do love you,
so here I confess,
is now when I find
it becomes a mess?

I love you,
I believe in you,
I have fear,
hold me near...

and forgive my 'freak-out' moment

Love can be so painful can't it?... this was very nicely written, it had a nice smooth flow to it and the words you used were very descriptive ....you managed to capture a great deal of emotion in this piece.. .and the title very aptly named as well.

*added thought* If this is based on a real experience, I so hope that things get better for you and you don't feel so confined to the vice!

For me, this piece depicted a thought ... rather than a trend. What I write usually has some portion of real-life experience... When I see a relationship shifting from dating, to relationship, and I had a "what if this, what if that" moment... feeling full of fear as I struggled briefly with a mental transition...
it was the last verse showing me talking sense into myself, the voice of reason.