The Muses take us at odd times, no? For you it's trips to the bathroom, for me it's unwanted bouts of insomnia. Our minds are wonderfully strange.
Now, onto business. I like this poem. I will confess that when I read poetry I usually prefer a more jaunty style, a sing-song manner which one can almost sing inside their head as they read the words from the page. However, with the subject matter you presented, I feel that the style of this piece fits well.
It is stilted, breathless, the frantic plea of a neurotic friend. Indeed, the neurosis here is tangible. The accusations of the narrator doing nothing but revealing their own insecurities, the fear of superficiality, the fear of being deceived, the simple fear of loneliness and the willingness to forgive in order to simply have someone.
All in all, I think this piece is very intriguing, deals with themes a great many of us can sympathise with and is a credit to you as an artist.