Description
From Chapter 70, “That Look,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act III: Trust and Letting Go.
Belle, in these lyrics recognize the look Aaron is talking about: "I know that look you’re talking about, I feel it every time it slips out." That Look invites us into a delicate space where vulnerability quietly unfolds and unseen emotions come to light. It gently explores the tension between guarding oneself and the rare moments of true connection, where someone truly sees beyond the surface. Listening feels like witnessing a heartfelt exchange where hope lingers in the quiet understanding that being seen and accepted can begin to dissolve even the deepest walls, a recognition that holds its own kind of grace.
Lyrics
There’s a look I try not to give his way,
I bury it deeper every day.
It’s like holding back the pull of the tide,
With empty hands… and nowhere to hide.
Most men stop where the surface shines,
They read the shape; they miss the signs.
They take the smile, they take the view,
They never ask about the real you.
That’s easy. That’s familiar ground.
That’s how I stay safe, how I don’t get found.
I know that look you’re talking about,
I feel it every time it slips out.
That look’s not a plan, it’s not a game,
From you it’s something I can’t contain.
But you don’t look the way they do,
You notice what I never meant you to.
The quiet shifts, the cracks that show,
The parts of me I don’t let go.
You see too much, and that’s the truth,
You see the woman beyond the aloof.
I know that look you’re talking about,
I feel it every time it slips out.
That look’s not a plan, it’s not a game,
From you it’s something I can’t contain.
They’ve always wanted what I wear,
A moment, a win, a reason to stare.
But when they see the mess beneath,
They lose the nerve, they soon release.
When I reached to help, I didn’t think,
My hands moved first, my walls didn’t blink.
That wasn’t charm, that wasn’t art,
That was my soul forgetting its part.
And when you said it reached for you,
I felt the truth, and froze in two.
I know that look you’re talking about,
I feel it every time it slips out.
That look’s not a plan, it’s not a game,
From you it’s something I can’t contain.
You don’t flinch when I pull away,
You don’t chase, you don’t make me stay.
You just wait like you know I’ll return,
Like storms to you are no concern.
So those walls I pull myself inside
Protect that look… I need to hide.
