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From Chapter 42, “Understanding,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
Words like "Most men reach for me, want something fast, you stand still like the present won’t pass," reveal to us that Belle understands the delicate power of being truly seen without pressure or haste. It honors the courage it takes to let down walls and to be recognized for who you are beneath the surface, without demands or assumptions. As you listen, you may find a quiet strength in the patient, gentle presence that waits without rushing, reminding us that genuine connection honors timing and choice, and that some kinds of recognition quietly endure beyond words.
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You didn’t reach, you didn’t assume,
You stayed where I could still choose.
Maybe that’s why I’m scared to breathe,
Maybe that’s why I feel so seen.
You studied me without asking why,
Read between truths I never supplied.
You named my armor, traced every seam,
Saw who I was without touching the dream.
Not the kind of look that takes from me,
Not the kind that begs me to be free.
You just stand there, patient and clean,
Making me feel seen.
I don’t fear being seen in the light of your eyes,
I fear what it costs when my armor comes untied.
You won’t take me, make me, or pull me away,
And that kind of seeing doesn’t fade away.
No, that kind of seeing doesn’t fade away.
I know I’m beautiful, that part is true,
I shape what they see so I stay in control too.
Praise isn’t knowing, desire isn’t trust,
Most love the surface, never what’s deep in us.
Not the kind of look that takes from me,
Not the kind that tells me who to be.
You just stand there, steady and clean,
Making me feel seen.
Hope isn’t mercy when it asks too much,
Love isn’t healing when it leans into touch.
I’ve been broken by promises dressed up as care,
So I trust my silence, and I stay aware.
But you don’t rush the door I keep between,
You just wait outside…
Making me feel seen.
Almost sent you a heart today,
Watched it hover, then pushed it away.
Almost is safer, silence is smart,
Almost still lets me keep my heart.
I don’t fear being seen in the light of your eyes,
I fear what it costs when the armor unties.
You won’t take me, make me, or pull me away,
And that kind of seeing doesn’t fade away.
No, that kind of seeing doesn’t fade away.
I keep my distance, I keep my name,
Almost is safe, and silence is sane.
If this is real, it won’t need a sign,
What’s meant to stay won’t rush my time.
You stayed where I could still choose…
And I knew…I was seen.
