They must not be into arts

They say you cant fake genuine
“They” must not be into the arts.

Her pink and blues cascading under those earthy tones
Used to terrify me.
Sitting on the vintage couch, staring at her ugly work
That made her seem so gorgeous.

Arts are stories, feelings… audio, visual…
Stop defining art please

She would call crying
All the tine
And there would be some problem created
Something that seemed blind to all but her
And she made you
believe it bothered her

Having the qualities or value claimed
I don’t even want to tell you the third definition given

Now that walls up
And its only pink and blue
With belligerent head shake she gives an answer in a question
“What did you think we were?”

Now Ive done it to, and will do it again.
The difference I can’t articulate

When I do it, my art sustains
Their meanings insinuate, what they intended
That’s the best anyone can do
Given humans perception and judgment

Hers do to I guess,
Cause they never meant to insinuate anything at all.
That’s just our perception
My judgment

They say you cant fake genuine
“They” must not be into the arts.