Metaphoric Whirlwind

I am offended by your metaphors, they're vindictive the way they dangle themselves above my heartstrings, periodically plucking when one gets tangled in the wind they just hang there like an untame pennon waiting to flap for blatant recognition my, how you crave those squalls with such ravenous gluttony, gnawing at the pellucid air as though it were chewable