Tat(you)

I have found nothing
to etch on my skin: 

no motto or slogan,
no creed to begin. 

My body: a canvas
still lacking the hue, 

no image adorns me,
no script I Love Yous. 

I'm missing a scripture,
a star or a cross, 

no dates mark the people
I've loved and I've lost. 

The truth is my heart
tends to be inconsistent, 

and permanent markings
are rather persistent. 

They tell me that beauty
is only skin deep, 

so forgive me if I refuse
to be other than me.