The Masked Ace Poem by Tamara Turner

He had an smile that could draw me in.
He was an chameleon that could turn himself into anything even into a really good friend.
Extravagant, go big or go home was his moto.
He never could seemed to slow down his speed was warped speed.
This guy could blaze an race track full throttle.
He had me fooled at first sight with his tricks and charms.
One day it was revealed he had one, two and three other chicks on his arm.
Inside I felt numb and an dark void for me my illusion of an future with him was utterly destroyed.
He wore an mask with two faces and he liked to play games and end up with aces.
I became enraged with blind fury he had this look of confusion on his face.
At some point i stopped talking because I realized he could not hear me.
All he saw was himself being reflected back and his needs is all that matter.
It is an blessing in disguise that we did not end up together.