In between

I have a lot of in between people.

The people I don't consider to be friends

But they're not my enemies, either.

The people I don't care about enough

To be awkward around

But also can't really goof off with

Because I forgot what humor they find funny.

I have a lot of those.

There are people who will snap at me -

I don't know why.

I'm a friendly person and so

I will reach out

Playfully

But I guess people hate that for some reason.

There are people who love me -

My home away from home,

My besties -

And there are these in betweens.

Impossible in betweens.

A gap I don't know how to bridge

An unfinished friendship I don't know how to lock down

Mistrust but not mistrust mistrust either.

In between hate

And love.

In nothingness.