I’m not jealous

I watch from afar,

and try not to cry,

She's perfect for you;

why aren't I?

You ask how I am,

and I tell you I'm fine.

I won't tell you the truth;

I can't cross that line.

My jealousy flares,

but I try not to show.

You mean too much to me,

but you'll never know.

Not sure I can fake it,

but I'll continue to try.

So what if it hurts?

It's better to lie.