tell me i'm the one

I should be the one clutching to your form, plastered to your side, hoping to melt into you; no longer a body but living inside to the rhythm of your beating heart and constant breaths.
I should be the one looking up with rapture and desperation into your eyes, hoping for a sign of pride and acceptance.
And when I fail at having this or giving that I will be the one lifeless and soaking in the corner.