BP.

I need to be vaccinated,
immunized from those green eyes;
pools of jade, that pull me under,
they reel me in, then let me sink. 
Why do I desire drowning?
Like a bird made flightless from oil.
Feathers drenched and dripping tar,
all because I broke my own protocol.
An oil spill like no other, leaking out
as far as icy Arctic shores.
You dyed the sea black—
just like my heart is charred.
Perhaps no prisoner before me
ever dared to protest,
demanding justice,
or even just respect.
Your unyielding innocence
only leaves more room for neglect.
This is a disaster, like no other before it, causing mass endangerment
to marine animals,
mankind,
and ultimately,
all life on this planet.
Until you learn to leave on time,
no love like mine will ever stay;
even if your smile brightens
my darkest days.
This is the all-too-familiar recipe
for another bad romance,
so I'll take this chance to leave,
and be the one who got away.