The flowers of neptune

The flowers of Neptune.

Standing proud,
In the throngs sways one as the putrid green smog rolls overhead.
bubbles form. Burst on the surface.
Cool blue.
Coating petals with toxins burning bright.
Reminds me of you,
no matter how corruption breaks the rest and leads them all to rat race
religion,
You,
Unfaltered.
refute and reject the crowd and stand tall, ready for destiny,
ready for whatever you want.
To be, near?
The flowers of Neptune combust in the nightmare heat.
Showering the floor with fragmented colour.
The distant suns rays break through brewing fog,
Vivid red with dull, lifeless yellow. Not mixed, just together.
Like me and you, once.
Reminds me of you,
How the hate welled and oozed from your every pore.
Concentrated with destruction.
Intrinsic contempt.
All for me.
My valentine.
The flower on Neptune. Remained, calm, conceited in its own
loneliness.
Not like the rest had it simmered to nothingness. But wilted , the
inertia of all that's good weighs it down deflates the cells that keep
it tall. Strips it of all that made the remaining flower on neptune
special.
Reminds me of you, standing alone at the station, realisation dawned
and unrecognisable pain, distinguished pain drove itself like a small
needle into your heart.
Hit.hard.
You knew that you were unique, but the fact that everyone else, was
also unique was too much.
Ignorance helped you stand above the rest. But realisation was my
present to you.
Valentine.
Flowers of neptune came to be.
Never again will you see,
the pain you caused that you tried to hide
d-lysergic diethylamide