Can't you see that your hurting me?

One weight lifted just to have another one twice as heavy dropped onto my shoulders.
A hurricane blowing down my sturdy trees of my beautiful garden of joy, peace, and serenity.
My garden roses dried, colors drained from being over watered with raining emotions.
Actions speak more than words but I do believe words hurt more than actions in particular cases.
I miss you my dear miss your sweet smells one that is like;
an outstanding dark ruby rose one that touches my soul dearly.
Even it has yet to bloom but I am sure afraid my dear,
that if your attitude doesn't change my mind will not be in the clear.
It will be detached and shriveled,
lost in a well of wishes; this I sure do fear.
If you could feel my soul, feel past the simple beating, constant throbbing on my heart;
You will see that I am wounded, stuck,
You will see that I'm ripped apart.