Hollow Heart

I have today a hollow heart;
Best friend says I'm insatiable,
That he has tried
But love cannot seem to fill me.
And maybe he is right.

Love is like a cup of chocolate,
Sweet but never enough;
You drink and empty the ton,
Then you greedily look for more.
You drool and swoon,
You hunger for filling
But it is never enough.

So he is probably right
When he accuses me
Of being insatiable;
Perhaps I am - who is not;
Who really?