understanding

few years back when i was growing, from a boy to an adult
i met a girl in the way she was standing; eyes on me
she told her name as miss. understanding
as i fell in love from head to toe
i read, i wrote and explored everything i had to;
she cast a spell on me with her beauty
keeping myself at her disposal was my only duty;
she made me behave insane
she made me spoke strange
because or her felt bit to special
that and wisdom words i said, struck cacophonous chords with others
i thought one should always share
all that i am bestowed by her
never imagined that one day we will be bored of each other
she said,"let's finish and free each other"
we both are sick and tired of one another
once she was gone i was left all alone
craving for some company 'human'
i realized that i lost a decade or so
little playfulness, friendships but not foe's'
i went back and tried to make friends, that i could have mustered
but, alas! am still more often than not mr. misunderstood