Epiphany is Bewildered

Get out of my head, now I’m unfed, no meeting was a dread, my damn watershed, failed the go ahead, struck with overhead, my heart stained cherry red.
 
Touched my soul, affected, infected with no cure, left to endure, longing a mouth so pure, now insecure, unsure, too demure, and obscure.
 
Pushed it away, like a stray, vanished in the gray, now I pray, longing the day, still astray, no intention to betray, emotions on display.  
 
Reluctantly smitten, panic stricken, with the forbidden, love sicken, and bitten. My nerves thicken, disrupting my pulse to quicken.  
 
Want to reach out, shout, end this drought, stop my hideout, extinguish the doubt, turnabout,  let it sprout with no cop-out, plan a route, unless I checkout….