This secret is heavy on my tongue, gaining weight each day it stays.
(all about him who is shining brightly before my very eyes)
Who knew that an handful of words, even more powerful then the three big ones (said by shiny happy people), could break apart so much?
But the only thing, that will shatter into millions of pieces, that matters is Peter.
And these words will strip him of everything, himself and his world.
(no more father and son bonding after this hydrogen bomb is dropped)
"You wanted to talk to me?"
Since he saw me at my weakest, only a handful have seen fear in this cold face of mine, we're now even closer then we were before.
(in more ways then he knows)
Those hands of his, ones that were warm and somehow right on my cheek, find every chance to touch me.
(unknowing what it does, even the brush of his finger, to me)
This man that stares into me with a look that tells me he wants to take away everyone of my burdens.
(one who I now know better then some of my own family)
If only he could know that this burden of mine is his too.
"Never mind, now how about a drink?"
I end up swallowing that heavy tongue (one that wants to say so damn much) of mine, because this burden isn't mine to share.
I'll be the one to bring the whiskey when it's all over and done with.
"You read my mind, Olivia Dunham."
('if only you could read mine, if only')