You wanted roses—plastic, trimmed, and tame,

I showed up in boots with dirt on my name.

You passed me by like I wasn’t worth your time,

But I grew in cracks, baby—I made that grime shine.

You said I’d never last without your sun,

But guess who’s burnin’? I’m the stubborn one.

I’M A WILDFLOWER, BABY—

ROOTED IN REBELLION!

Didn’t ask for your love,

I don’t need your attention.

Blooming in chaos, soft in my rage,

Every petal’s poetry, every thorn’s a page.

So call me wild, call me weed—whatever you say,

I’m still standing. And you walked away.

You liked your garden pretty, neat, and dull,

I broke the rules just by being full.

Of color you never knew how to hold—

Of stories too raw, too brave, too bold.

Now I haunt your sidewalks, bloomin’ outta spite,

You lost the only thing that could grow through the night.

I’M A WILDFLOWER, BABY—

ROOTED IN REBELLION!

Didn’t ask for your love,

I don’t need your attention.

Blooming in chaos, soft in my rage,

Every petal’s poetry, every thorn’s a page.

So call me wild, call me weed—whatever you say,

I’m still standing. And you walked away.

They tried to cut me down, said I don’t belong,

But weeds like me—we grow twice as strong.

You can’t cage wild, you can’t fake free,

You tried to own me, now you just miss me.

You never saw me.

You never picked me.

But I bloomed anyway.

And now—

YOU MISS ME.