The Abused Metaphor

I stared at a metaphor
And wondered if it was real
Its silence enraged me
So I slapped it across the mouth
Spat on it, kicked it, cursed it
And there it remained
Persevering through my abuse
Unmoved by my bad behavior
My metaphor did not change
Nor did my metaphor react
I realized my hostility lacked the power
To change a metaphor
So I served my metaphor tea
And watched it drink
Directly from the hot kettle
When it finished consuming hot water
My metaphor chewed tea leaves and spoke
It smiled at me with pieces of leaves stuck between its teeth
And my metaphor said
"When you try to hurt me,
It's the only time I feel loved."