I don't want to be your ex-princess

I take such an irrational delight in you
that I'm sure I flirt and tease and maybe even
tempt
but if you were ever to act
my pretty head would babble
of long distances and younger men and older women
and my unapologetic heart would bubble
with logistics-conquering true-love
and with all that noise
I'd never tell you
that if you would just put on your silvery armor
and claim your princess
she'd reward you with her seductive gifts
even though I'd guess
I'd soon begin to fret
that shinier princesses might catch your eye
or that my own glow would fade
and I'd wonder
if irrational delights are better than irrational lovers.