You

You told me you loved me by
Begging me to stop
Begging me to break up with him
Begging me to look after myself
Begging me not to **** myself
Three texts in ten minutes if I didn't reply
Begging me to reply
Watching Doctor Who with me
Getting drunk with me and letting me kiss you
But harassing me about it the next day.
Your I love you was implicit and beautiful
And all without the use of those startling words.

Him

He tells me he loves me by
Telling me not to stop
Putting his arm around me when someone looks at me funny
Kissing the back of my neck when my shoulders hurt
Telling me that he'd be devastated if I killed myself
Not texting me because I'll see him later anyway
Not minding if I don't reply because who cares?
Watching The Hobbit with me
Not drinking but kissing anyway
And kissing and kissing and kissing.
His I love you is explicit and beautiful
And a drunken confession burst on his lips.

You and Him*

Both of you
Tell me you miss me
Tell me you care about me
Tell me I can talk to you
Worry about me
Act evasive
Let me stay at yours when I'm upset
Sit up with me until we can fall asleep
Even when that time is 5am.
And yet somehow
I only believe him.